When I look in the mirror
I notice a woman with fine lines.
It takes time to get used to the face
that smiles back at me
since my heart holds an image
that is no longer there.
Except perhaps for the smiling eyes
so much more serious nowadays
than thirty years ago.
They reflect my history.
Paying attention to the path ahead
is becoming more challenging,
I noticed
as my eyes fail to always see clearly.
It does not matter, really,
I prefer to tap in the dark, at times.
I have given notice to
the maiden,
I embrace the mother,
and enjoy becoming a crone.
Noticing myself and accepting
who I have become
is so much easier now.
Hiking Poet 